This is a song about "Bitches that hate"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

And non-nigga friends got it with him

That gets all these bitches startled in motion

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Know she tripping, hate it when bitches acting different

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

To them it's just a story

Dodgy bitches hate me.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Party with bitches that throw parties too much